i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless? 

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I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Thank you, Jack

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

all that is to say

propensity within someone

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

your feed looks like my tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

much more tactility

so an active mazelike process

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

idk

yeah

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

I am below everything.